There's a cynical thinness to the smile Elliot gets in return. Finding falsehood in platitude, not even dignifying it with response. In fairness, mostly because there's a question being levelled his way.
If Elliot has certainty in his loneliness, Tyrell has chaos. Falling into his own void.
"Land," he says, more to himself than for Elliot's benefit. But there's still a certain amount of conviction to it. They should probably get out of here so can make good on that, but instead, he reaches across them -- his palm mapping to Elliot's jaw-line, a sudden broach of intimacy that he hadn't quite broken before now. His thumb hooks up against Elliot's chin to still any immediate jerk away.
This can't be over, tonight. Elliot might not be disappearing any time soon -- and Tyrell still might be -- but sinking back into anonymity, ordinariness, detachment, isn't an option. "I'm in your world now, Elliot," Tyrell says, each word making an impression. "One of us had to make the leap eventually. It was me."
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If Elliot has certainty in his loneliness, Tyrell has chaos. Falling into his own void.
"Land," he says, more to himself than for Elliot's benefit. But there's still a certain amount of conviction to it. They should probably get out of here so can make good on that, but instead, he reaches across them -- his palm mapping to Elliot's jaw-line, a sudden broach of intimacy that he hadn't quite broken before now. His thumb hooks up against Elliot's chin to still any immediate jerk away.
This can't be over, tonight. Elliot might not be disappearing any time soon -- and Tyrell still might be -- but sinking back into anonymity, ordinariness, detachment, isn't an option. "I'm in your world now, Elliot," Tyrell says, each word making an impression. "One of us had to make the leap eventually. It was me."